"Oh for fucks sake", Milo groaned, hanging off of a tree as he watched the rest of his group bounce around the Ratga, firing off attacks at a speed Milo's eyes couldn't follow.
However, somehow the massive behemoth remained unharmed by these. In fact, it was as if the attacks, even physical simply bounced off of its thick outer shell. What was even worse was the stench being emitted by the countless rotting carcasses lining it's terrifying maw.
Milo dropped to the ground and stretched out his arms, a dagger lining each hand, "Fantastic, just our luck. Another freak that looks to be impossible to bring down".
Milo had a tendency to be over dramatic at time, it was just the way he was. But this time was no over exaggeration, if their attacks weren't even connecting cleanly then how on earth were they supposed to bring down a monster this size.
